Shang Xiaomei and two waiters were busy from early morning to noon. They were selling beef noodles and whole beef noodles, which had gradually become famous in the past two days. Although there were a few more tables in the rice noodle shop next door, they were still full of friends and were very busy.
The most gratifying thing was that the 120 catties of fresh noodles that she had ordered yesterday were sold out in one afternoon today.
"Sister Xiaomei, should we order 150 catties of fresh noodles tomorrow?”
The waiter took the initiative to suggest,"Let's see if we can sell out 150 catties of fresh noodles." I counted. When we close today, there are at least thirty to forty people queuing outside.”
"Let's order 130 catties tomorrow.”
Shang Xiaomei hesitated for a while, but eventually decided to increase it bit by bit.
Business was indeed good now, but if he took too big a step, it was easy to fall.
It was the attitude she should have now.
After lunch, Shang Xiaomei sent the two waiters to rest. It was time for her to catch up on sleep.
However, after lying down, her body was obviously very tired, but her mind could not stop. It was as if many thoughts were gathering in her mind.
There was only one word at the center of these thoughts, and that was noodles.
After the beef noodles, the whole beef noodles had also been sold for two days. The popularity had stabilized. Could he make more delicious noodles?
Shang Xiaomei tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. She got up and went to the kitchen.
There was no ready-made fresh noodles in the kitchen, nor was there any cooked beef or other ingredients. She had no way to put her many ideas into practice.
But miraculously, once she stood still in the kitchen, the messy thoughts in her mind suddenly became clear.
Can you make another soup?
Could he use beef and beef offal to make other flavors?
Now that the weather is hot, can we develop a new beef cold noodle?……
All kinds of thoughts were colliding and burning in Shang Xiaomei's mind.
The quiet kitchen seemed to be producing countless light shadows, which made her thoughts come true bit by bit.
What Shang Xiaomei did not know was that the portion of the gourmet system that Wang Zimo had sent into her body had become active in the kitchen during the past two days.
It was the power of step-by-step and the power of a butcher to dissect a cow that, together with her subconscious, gave birth to many new ideas and ideas about food.
If she was willing to cook more delicacies, the Delicious System would naturally respond to her wishes.
Just like a bird choosing a tree to perch in, the Delicacy System had unknowingly strengthened its fusion with her...
Bang bang bang!
The sound of someone knocking on the shutter door startled Shang Xiaomei.
She suddenly woke up and realized that the light and shadow in front of her was just her imagination, and her body did not seem to be as tired as she imagined.
What was going on?
Compared to the afternoon two days ago, he probably couldn't even stand at this time, right?
Bang bang bang!
The knocking continued, and another voice asked from outside,""Sister Xiaomei, are you awake?"
Shang Xiaomei was slightly stunned. She quickly left the kitchen and opened the shutter door. She looked curiously at Wang Zimo and Yuan Bai outside and asked,""Zimo, Yuan Bai, you two are here?”
"You won't be able to make it in time to cut the queue and eat noodles, right? I happened to pass by and came to see you and Shang Ke.”
Wang Zimo raised his hand to help her tidy her hair and asked with concern,""Sister Xiaomei, didn't you turn on the air conditioner inside? Why is it so hot?"
"Uh…"
Shang Xiaomei touched her hair and realized that it was soaked in sweat. She smiled and said,"The bedroom is still open. She's afraid of the heat when she sleeps. I'm in the kitchen. If I turn on the air conditioner, I'll have to take care of the entire shop. It's too expensive.”
"You can't turn off the air conditioner just because you're worried about spending money. If you hold it in in the kitchen, won't you heat yourself up?”
Wang Zimo entered the room and turned on the air conditioner for her. He said,""Go wash your face. After you wash your face, the temperature in the room will drop.”
"Alright, I don't care about the two of you anymore.”
Shang Xiaomei went to the bathroom to look at herself in the mirror. She couldn't help but blush.
She hadn't fallen asleep just now, so she had messed up her hair. Now that she was sweating, her hair was wet and stuck to her scalp. It looked especially ugly.
How embarrassing! How could Zimo see me like this?
Shang Xiaomei was a little flustered and shouted outside,""Zimo, boil some water and make some tea first. I'll wash my hair while I'm at it.”
The water in the water heater was close to the washbasin, and Shang Xiaomei quickly washed her hair.
The cool air from the shop outside made her feel refreshed.
As she combed her hair in front of the camera, she suddenly felt a little awkward.
Zimo has been coming here frequently ever since he started this shop. He has seen all kinds of people like me before. Why is he so concerned about my image in his eyes now?
Shang Xiaomei did not know what she was feeling right now. She secretly poked half of her head out and peeked at Wang Zimo.
Wang Zimo sat alone in the shop, boiling water and making tea.
His quiet back did not look like a student who had just graduated from high school. Instead, he had an indescribable charm that made Shang Xiaomei's heart beat faster.
Seeing Wang Zimo's body move slightly as if he was about to turn around, Shang Xiaomei was so frightened that she quickly retracted her neck.
She placed her hands on her chest and felt her chaotic emotions. She could not help but bite her lip gently.
Shang Xiaomei, oh Shang Xiaomei, why are you letting your imagination run wild again…
……
She tiptoed back to the bedroom. Shang Xiaomei looked at Shang Ke, who was still sleeping soundly. She then tiptoed to open the wardrobe and took out her best clothes to change into.
She looked at herself in the mirror and confirmed that there was nothing wrong with her current appearance. Shang Xiaomei was about to walk out when she suddenly realized something. She raised her arm and sniffed her own body.
She was too focused on washing her hair and forgot that she was sweating a lot. If she were to be with Zimo, would he smell the sweat?
Worry was like a poison that was buried deeper and deeper in Shang Xiaomei's heart.
At this moment, his phone suddenly rang in the shop outside.
Wang Zimo's phone?
He wouldn't have something to do, would he?
Shang Xiaomei's heart suddenly jumped into her throat.
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